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In hate

In even the most violent revulsion

There lies an element of aching desire


Like the homophobe in searc of the truck stop hook-up

The tenderest love is tinged with horror

Our skins flushed

Pupils dilated

The want is so thick my guts twist and ache

I’ve never been in a fist fight where my nipples didn’t get hard

I hear the Nazis were animal lovers to a man

And most of my heroes were fatally flawed in their personal lives

Beauty is insipid and grotesque without a splinter of ugly in its eye

A pure emotion

Is a lie

And an insult